Da Capo If you re-tell a life, tell and re-tell things that had happened, tell and re-tell old loves, friends and deaths (if only to yourself), if you re-tell a life events will swirl and stick to a line of time like flies to poisoned paper. They will become like notes on a stave,…
Steven Cannon Linda Fahrlin Tatyana Feeney Jennifer Farley
Una Gildea Digital Beast Una Woods Tarsila Kruse
Kevin McSherry Catriona Sweeney Brian Gallagher PJ Lynch Martin Beckett Save Save Save Save Save Save Save Save Save Save Save Save Save
‘Matters of the Heart’ Group show by members of Illustrators Ireland now showing at the United Arts Club until February 28th, 2017 ILLUSTRATORS Ireland Illustrators Ireland is a non-profit organisation that supports thedevelopment of Illustration in Ireland by showcasing the work of our members and fostering links with similar organisations at home and abroad. As…
Joven Kerekes Graham Corcoran Olivia Golden Paula McGloin Jennifer Farley Olwyn Whelan Save Save Save Save
Beautiful Exhibition ‘WORKS on PAPER’ Runs at the United Arts Club until Saurday 4th February 2017 Artist Jackie Lawlor Artist Margo Banks Artist Carole Shubotham Artist and Illustrator Brian Gallagher Artist David Hayes Artist Louise Leonard Save Save Save Save Save Save Save Save…
Carole Shubotham Colour and texture define Carole’s work. Her pictures tell a multitude of tales, each one a result of the artist’s own free spirited style and the viewer’s idiosyncratic response to her work. There’s a deep sensuality at play in Carole’s work. It’s there in the fluid lines of her life drawings, in her…
Brian Gallagher Illustration Scraperboard Scraperboard is a Sgraffito medium. The process I practice is the reverse from usual mark making. Each work is a unique one off piece of art not a print. I begin with a black board and gradually remove parts of it’s thin dark surface to reveal the white china clay beneath. Each stroke…
Barefoot I’ve a pair of sturdy old boots that nearly have the creak gone out of them, steel-toed rostra that might have sat at the stage edge waiting for a spool to wind or a leaf to fall. I am troubled by autumnal words swirling falsly, strewn hither and thither by the cracked…